Gold-Digger

Chapter 2

Falling asleep was kinda a problem for Jovan, because, the night was really cold, and not only that, but he had no one to hold. Pacing through his bed, rolling from side to side, he decided to get up to play a song, by Zhao Lusi {I hear you}.

Going to the home bar, he pours himself a glass full of Vodka, drinking to stupor.

Getting drunk few minutes later, and falling asleep on his couch in the parlor.

Next morning, he wakes up around 10:15am, well, as the heir to his Father’s Xiaomi empire, no need to wake up as early as it seems

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Well the opposite.

Driving his Rolls Royce Phantom, on the streets, sent the ladies aching for him, tho his windows were rolled down.

“Welcome sir” the British Chief of staff said to the young master.

“Thank you” Jovan replied back.

Getting to his office, on the way, every step felt like heaven to the ladies around. Both the female staffs, and the employees, all were lost in the gaze of him.

“You are late again!” Pablo Loren, Jovan’s best friend since from childhood. Pablo and Jovan grew up in United Kingdom together, attended the same school, and went to the same university, until when Jovan’s late mother passed away when he was in level 6, before his graduation. His mother, being a Chinese national, had to be buried in her land, there he moved to China, and Pablo had to come over because of the late woman’s burial. Typically, Jovan’s father, a Scottish, owns dozens of Xiaomi companies from Scotland to China, stretching across Europe, Asia and the Middle East.